*Normal POV*
Mitsuhide was waiting patiently for Imaan, as he combs the manes of his beloved horse. Well, Mistuhide decided against the ox-drawn carriage and went with riding his horse with Imaan. Mitsuhide shivers with pleasure, as he reminds himself the passionate night; when he claimed Imaan as his. The feel of her soft skin, her full rosy lips, her seductive moans. Not mention her eyes, rimmed with tears and laced with fear. Mistuhide was so lost in his sick fantasy, that he failed to notice Imaan; as she slowed her way to him.
"I'm here..." Imaan announces, bringing him back to reality. Mitsuhide's widen momentarily but composes himself.
"My, oh, my... you do look stunning in that kimono" Mitsuhide smirks deliriously, as he appraises her from head to toe. She was truly dressed to perfection. A purple silk kimono, embroidered with spider lily and snowflake motifs. Her hair done neatly in a flower bun half-up-do. Blue and silver hues shine brightly in the morning sun. With rogue on her lips and eyes, she looked beautiful. Mitsuhide was more than entranced. He wanted to claim her again.
"Thanks..." Imaan replies in a flat tone. She really didn't care about what he thought about her. All she knew, was that she was stuck with him; for the rest of her life. And she hated him for that. Mitsuhide grasps Imaan's chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. Imaan glares at with fire burning in her eyes, as she lands a punch squarely on his jaw. Mitsuhide recoils backwards, as Imaan continues to glare at him. Mitsuhide looks up at Imaan, with a delirious grin on his face.
"Hahahahaha..." Mitsuhide laughs, as he pulls Imaan to his chest. Imaan's eyes widen in anger. "What a lovely surprise from my beautiful wife." with that Mitsuhide crashes his lips onto Imaan's. After a while they pull away, the both of them breathless.
"I love that fiery look in your eyes, my dear" Mitsuhide whispers seductively, leaving Imaan a blushing mess; as she put some distance between them. Mitsuhide quickly mounts his horse, bringing his mare to Imaan. Mitsuhide thrusts his hand to her way, as Imaan looks at him suspiciously. "Come, my dear. We have to greet lord Nobunaga."
"Lord Nobunaga?" Imaan cocks her head to the side. This was the first time she heard of him. Mistuhide grabs Imaan's arm roughly and places her on the horse, in front of him.
"You'll see when we get there," with that Mitsuhide galloped away with Imaan, as they make way to Owari.
*Kiyosu Castle - Owari - Normal POV*
The moment Mitsuhide and Imaan arrived in Owari around noon, and Mitsuhide leads Imaan to Kiyosu castle. As the couple made their way into the castle, Mitsuhide led Imaan straight to the great hall, where Nobunaga and Nouhime were waiting for them. Before they can enter and make their appearance, Mitsuhide pulled Imaan by the waist; causing her to collide into his chest as he runs his hand across your cheek, then traces your lips.
"Just follow me, my dear," Mitsuhide speaks softly, which surprises Imaan to some extent; as she nods in agreement. "Good. Let's enter" as if on cue, the shoji doors to the great hall open and Mitsuhide and Imaan enter. All eyes solely focused on Imaan and Mitsuhide. Imaan felt that the retainers and the maids were appraising her, and all she wanted was to dig a hole and crawl into it.
"Eyes ahead, my dear" Mitsuhide whispers sweetly into Imaan's ear, causing the young woman to blush as she nods her head.
"I never knew he could be so sweet!" Imaan thought to herself, as Imaan looked ahead, her breath was caught in her throat. In front of her, sat Lord Nobunaga. His red fiery eyes coldly bored down on her. Nobunaga was dressed in his armour. The blood red cape pooled behind his back. His head gear resembled demon horns. All Imaan knew, that she was frozen in place by his gaze. Next to him sat a stunningly beautiful woman, her hair neatly done in a bun; adorned with exquisite hair ornaments. She wore a black kimono with butterfly motifs. Rogue on her lips and venomous cat like eyes. Mitsuhide glanced at Imaan, as a sadistic smile graced his lips.
"Heh... she's frozen in fear. Yes! show me fear in your eyes, show me more..." Mitsuhide speaks to himself, hardly containing his excitement. That's when Nobunaga address Mitsuhide and Imaan is a deep and authoritative voice.
"Mitsuhide... Bring your woman to me"
"Yes, Milord" Mitsuhide replies with glee, as he grabs Imaan's arm roughly, throwing her at Nobunaga's feet. Imaan throws an icy glare at Mitsuhide as frigid cold air swirl around her, Mitsuhide licks his lips seductively.
'Right! I take back what I thought about him! HE'S NOT SWEET AT ALL!'
"Woman..." Nobunaga spoke again, with a twinge of annoyance in his voice. Imaan quickly turns her head and face Nobunaga head on. "State your name" Imaan shrinks at the sound of his deep voice and quickly straightens herself.
"Imaan" Imaan replies timidly, lowering her eyes to the ground, then to her laps. Nobunaga smirks and leans towards Imaan, as he grabs a fist full of her black locks; forcing her to look him in the eye. Imaan was shocked and angry at the same time, as the frigid cold air swirls around her again, strands of her dancing gracefully around her now paled face. Her once soft brown eyes now giving way to an icy blue, black hair now turning to silver white colour; the colour drained from her face. The once soft golden brown skin, now white as snow.
"You're a yokai…" Nobunaga smirks, as Imaan blasts his away with a blizzard she had summoned; his back slamming into a nearby wall. Nouhime quickly pulls out her gun and points it to Imaan, her cat-like eyes narrowed at the yokai Imaan. Imaan looks Nohime in the eye, her eyes now cold, the warmth nowhere to be seen. Mitsuhide was shocked to see that his wife had transformed into a snow spirit. Even though he's a yokai himself. A Shinigami to be exact. But Imaan still looked stunning to him. Beautiful yet cold.
"Nou... lower your weapon" Nobunaga speaks normally, as he smirks at Imaan.
"But Nobunaga...!" Nouhime starts to protest, but Nobunaga lifts his hand; as if to silence her.
"I will not repeat myself, Nou..." Nobunaga speaks more firmly, as Nouhime hesitantly lowers her gun. Nobunaga then turns to Mitsuhide, who is still staring at his wife; shocked. "Mitsuhide..." Nobunaga calls, as Mitsuhide pulling himself away from the trance.
"Yes, Milord" Mitsuhide bows
"Train her, well. She would be a useful ally for the unification" Nobunaga orders and at the same time, Imaan reverts back to her human self. And she was shocked. Nobunaga leaning against the wall, as the ice had formed behind him. Nouhime staring at her, her eyes narrowed angrily at her and the retainers ready their weapons and glare at Imaan. Imaan turns to Mitsuhide and clings onto his muscular arms.
"Mitsuhide, what... just... happened?" Imaan asks nervous and scared at the same time. Mitsuhide looks down at Imaan, wrapping his arm tightly around her waist.
"Lord Nobunaga is pleased with you." with that Mitsuhide crashes his lips onto Imaan, engaging her in a rough and passionate kiss, with Nobunaga smirking at them. The unification was now in reach.
